Author: cfblack
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haiku in the park
when I stand in light my shadow among dead leaves always walks me home 3-3-25
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Spring approaches
spring approaches weeds will be the first to green decorate perimeters we do not walk or crush underfoot hoist tiny blooms we haven’t domesticated…yet I much prefer subtle shades pastel pink, yellows and blues gentle beauty makes no demands that I acknowledge its existence 2-27-25
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White lace
Where I sit the arm on our couch is worn It is then I understand why My mother and her mother and her mother… Sat for hours in a corner chair Crocheting frilly, white, lace doilies to protect The fabric of furniture from wear And I wonder about other tedious daily chores She performed to…
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Poem for a dead poet
Sometimes, I think of you and your mother crying at your funeral. She said the police told her you dozed off and never woke up. This gave her solace, because it would have pained her to know You laid awake all night crying for her to come save you. Last night, I woke up in…
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For Barb and Kathy
on an old green swingset, new to us, we launched ourselves so high in the sky It threatened to tip us backward in the grass we would fling ourselves towards the sun competing who could fly the furthest I used to win a lot maybe, it was because I did not fear the landing or…
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Mayor of the crescent moon
crescent moon hooks sharp ends into the horizon pulls a blanket slowly over the sun campaigning for re-election Mick O’Possum waddles down the street while deer look both ways before crossing racoon scavenges trash for hors d’oeuvres feral cat strolls nonchalantly through a yard doesn’t care enough to vote 2-2-25
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Reading Anne Frank
I wonder what became of the family who hid Anne Frank in an upstairs room I wonder if one of my siblings or a childhood friend would have turned her family in and gloated as they were hauled away I wonder if I would have the strength of character to say, “No More” 1-29-25
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